Girl's trip to Monaco.

I woke up with a splitting headache, the kind that makes you keep your eyes closed a little longer than usual. My body felt heavy, like I had just been dropped there. I was sprawled across the bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, or at least I think they were from yesterday. I tried to remember how I even got there, but nothing came. Just a blank space and this annoying pain in my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was a mess. My friends were everywhere, literally everywhere. One was half on the floor, another curled up on a chair, two of them tangled in the sheets like they gave up halfway through a conversation. Then I looked down at myself. Still in a black dress, a bit too tight now. My heels were thrown somewhere across the room. I tried sitting up. Big mistake. The dizziness hit immediately and I had to pause, holding my head before forcing myself to stand. The room tilted slightly, but I managed to move toward the balcony anyway. Outside, the air felt different. Not just fresh, but unfamiliar. I breathed in slowly, trying to clear my head. This didn’t smell like home. Not like Hightin. Then I heard it. The distant movement of people, voices, life happening in a way that didn’t feel like campus at all. And then it hit me. Monaco. I froze. Monaco? How did I get here… Then pieces started coming back. Music. Laughter. Someone shouting about a trip. “Girls night.” Forty eight hours ago I was still in Hightin University, buried in exam stress. Everything was normal. Now I was here, standing in another country, with four friends passed out behind me and no clear memory of how it happened. Something definitely happened. I think it started when I was coming back from the library. I remember Chloe first. My roommate, my best friend. She stopped me in the hallway, looking way too excited for someone in a university building. “What happened?” I asked. She just smiled. “Check the group chat,” she said, then walked away like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb in my life. I remember going into the library after that, still confused. I finally picked up my phone after days of ignoring it for exams. The moment it lit up, I saw it. Hundreds of messages. All from our girls’ group chat. I opened it slowly. They were planning a trip. A girls’ getaway. Chloe started it. Of course she did. Then Thesa, Betty, Caroline and Eliza jumped in, turning it from a joke into actual plans. I kept scrolling. Dates. Flights. An itinerary. It wasn’t just talk. It was real. And that’s when I started wondering… How did a simple group chat plan turn into waking up in Monaco with a hangover I can’t even explain?